This was a great weekend. It's been raining forever here in Los Angeles, or at least it seems that way. But this weekend, the heavens parted and the sun came out to play.
Yesterday, we test drove a Honda Pilot. That's the new SUV I am going to buy I suppose. Just not totally thrilled by it. The bottom feeder car sales troll was thrilled though when I drove on to his parking lot. He oozed towards me and then started to yap. Very quickly I found out (ok, he told me with no prodding) that he's been married and divorced twice already. No kidding. Scum bucket. He's enaged to some other woman already. A teacher. Has to be someone with incredibly low self-esteem. I am not judgemental. (What was Richard Nixon's quote exactly ?)
This afternoon, I was determined to get a walk in the park. 'Er Indoors suggested Chatsworth Park. This is in the hills just west of where we live. I've never been before. It was nice but was one of those "undiscovered gems" that clearly has been discovered by the local trash. Broken Budweiser glass was everywhere.
But then we stumbled on the Homestead Acre. This was a well-maintained museum showing off the local history of how the Chatsworth area was settled by the early homesteaders in the days of the Spanish land grants. This is a place I fully recommend, if only for the three wonderful docents (ours was 83 years old) who make it all come alive.
You can't get stuff like that anywhere else.
(Wasn't that cool how I put the punchline as its own one-sentence paragraph ?)
Oh well, it's back to the orrifice in the morning. Back to to the grind.
